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"I'm afraid I'm finding it a difficult decision to make," you tell her. "In my youth, I never considered that when it came time for me to marry, I would have difficulty choosing among dozens or even hundreds of potential maids. There are so many who might want to be Queen simply because of the sheer glamour of it, but they have no idea what they'd really be getting into. If I had known at the time what being a King really involved, I might not have been so eager for the job."

"I recall facing something similar," Melisande says. "When my late husband proposed to me, I knew he was giving up his lands and titles to do so, but he was still a wealthy man - much more so than I was accustomed to. And I still had to adjust to the noteriety, if not the power. It's one of the reasons we came here, to escape the whispers and the prying eyes... of course, that won't be an option for you and your bride."

"Oi, I'll take the job!" Sanja pipes up. "I never had a problem with having all the attention on me!"

"Sanja, you mind your place!" Melisande scolds. "I've half a mind to put you to work slopping the hogs."

"Some of the customers I get, I thought I was already!"

"If you find a woman who can get the last word with her, you'll have found your perfect queen," Melisande says to you with a sigh. "But, just so you know how the people are talking, the whispers on the street say that the Warrior Queen has come specifically to prompt a proposal."

"That may be on her mind, but I've received no direct word from her other than a single herald announcing her coming," you sey. "No explanation as to why, but we've assumed it's a peaceful visit, or she likely wouldn't have sent any word in advance."

"Well, just so you know, the feeling among the people is mixed on that one. Queen Alayna is much admired, but also much feared, and there are even those in Elyssia who were displaced from their homes due to her campaigns. Some say that a peaceful kingdom such as ours should not be ruled by a warrior... there are even some who say that she intends to bewitch you and take over the rule of the kingdom completely, leaving you as her puppet."

"There would be worse fates, if what I hear of her is true," Sanja says coyly.

"Sanja, I swear, I'm going to feed you to the hogs!"

"Be that as it may," you say, "how the people might receive their new queen does matter greatly."

"Well, you'll not find anyone who all the people will love from moment one," Melisande says. "Have you had any direct offers yet?"

"Just me!" Sanja says brightly, helping herself to another ale.

"It would surprise me if you didn't find a fair number of maids, both common and noble, making offers of themselves to you throughout the festival," Melisande points out. "You know the tradition... when a man announces his readiness for marriage, the womenfolk who desire him will make themselves available."

"So far, I haven't - oh."

Your sentence ends prematurely as Melisande peels down the top of her blouse to reveal her breasts, large and full, with wide nipples that have already begin to harden.

"Well, Your Majesty?" she says, a smirk touching her lips. "Did you come see me just to hear the rumors on the street... or did you perhaps have something else in mind?"